10th November, 2017.

Narrated Al-Mughira: Sa'd bin Ubada said: "If I found a man with my wife, I would kill him with the sharp side of my sword." When the prophet Muhammad(S A W S) heard that he said: "Do you wonder at Sa'd's jealousy? Verily, I am more jealous than Sa'd, and Allah is more jealous than I."

[Sahih al-Bukhari: 6846]

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CHAPTER 25 -
Misconceptions.

Zaryaan tossed, and turned on the bed. He was having a slight numb feeling, in his right arm, for sleeping in the same position for so long. He turned to lay flat and, his left arm was on his stomach, and placing his right plam under his head.

His eyes flutter open, for an instant, due to the slight heaviness on his left arm. Which was snaked by his beautiful wife's. His nostrils were filled with lavender fragrance, and the soft, and silky feeling from small tendrils of hair, making feathery contact with his bare neck.

He gaze fell on his wife, who was snuggled in his chest, with her one hand, placed on his chest. He took a glance in her direction, and couldn't help. But a small smile graced his lips.

'Ya Allah! Keep us away from evil eyes, and always together in this world, and reunite us in jannah.' He made a silent prayer, in his heart. As it says, when we woke up in middle of our sleep, it is one of the best time to make dua.

He very slowly removed his hand, which was in between them, and snaked around her, to bring her close to him. To his surprise, she squirmed her head, lightly to adjust in a better position.

Zaryaan placed his left hand flat, on her left cheek, and made her relax under the crook of his neck. A sigh of content escaped from her lips, with an innocent smile on her face, as her breath trickle his skin.

He placed a soft kiss, over her temple, and pressed his cheek on her forehead. He held her hand, which was on his chest, and started to play with her fingers. They felt so soft, and small compared to his manly and large ones.

He sneaked his fingers, in the gaps of hers, and tighten his hold a little. He bring their entwined hands to his lips, and placed a soft kiss. He felt a little movement, from her sleeping form. He saw that she was watching at him, with a wide eyes, and flushed cheeks.

His own ears, and neck turned red, and warm, for getting caught.
"I am sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you." Zaryaan said, quickly in a gentle tone. Still holding her hand in his, his free hand around her waist.

"Ah! No." Aasiya began to shutter, she was well aware of their position, and she could feel the warmth that was coming from his body.

Aasiya's brain gone blank, and she was all too aware the effect her husband had on her. With each passing second, her cheeks were burning hot.

She squirmed, and started to move away from his embrace. But, Zaryaan just tightened his hold on her. He was completely caging her in his masculine arms and hard chest.

"Umm---you will get a sprain." Aasiya moved her head, a little bit up from his neck. Just to be land right on his chest, as he pressed her more to him.

Aasiya flushed, with his bold act.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. If I had any kind of sprain or ache, I have someone who can treat it." Zaryaan said, in a soft tone. Still holding her in place. Aasiya just listen to his words, with confusion.

"Don't you wanna know, who's that!?" He asked further, to which she just gave him a nod, due to their position she can't even saw his eyes turned into mischievous glint, and his brown orbs filled with mirth.

"That's you, my love!" He spoke in a husky whisper, as his breath was fanning her forehead, placing a lingering kiss on her head.

Aasiya placed her hand, on her face to cover her red cheeks. Which were now the shade of tomato, with all his teasing.
"Please!" She uttered softly, unable to handle this side of her husband.

"What!? I was just stating the fact!" He laughed richly, causing his chest to vibrate with his laughter.

Aasiya snuggled, even more into his neck, if that even possible. To hide her flushed face, in the dim light of the night lamp. Zaryaan just tightened his hold on her, and kissed her head, and both closed their to drifted back to sleep. Only to be woke up, with the incessantly ringing of thier alarm.

Aasiya loosed herself from his hold, and turned off the alarm. She went to the rest room, and performed wudhu, and came out. She went towards the Zaryaan's side of bed, and patted his chest.

"Wake up! Its tahajjud time!" She patted his chest, lightly. But, he held her hand like a pillow, and continued his sleep. Aasiya huffed and, continued.
"Listen! Wake up, we just have twenty minutes left, wake up, na!" He groaned, but didn't got up.

Aasiya recited, Darood-e-shareef, and Ayat-ul-kursi, and blow it all over his face, pressed a soft kiss over his forehead. Which will help him to fight away Shaytaan's whispers. "Wake up, its Salah time!" She once again patted his cheeks, Zaryaan slowly opened his eyes, and rubbed them to have a clear view.

"What's time it is?" He asked her, whilst sat upon the bed, in a hurry.

"3:55 am, we just have half an hour for fajr adhaan." She answered him. As tahajjud salah time, would end twenty minutes before fajr adhaan.

"Jazaki Allah, love!" Zaryaan placed a soft kiss on her hijab clad head, and quickly got up from the bed and made his way to wash room.

After offering tahajjud salah, they sat in their respective places, doing some dhikr, on their fingers, till fajr adhaan being called.

Zaryaan stood up from his place.
"I'll be back after fajr salah, in sha Allah!" He placed a chaste kiss on her head, with a loving pat. She just gave him a nod, still whispering 'lailaaha ill'allah' under her breath.

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Zaryaan came out of masjid, after offering his salah. He was wearing his shoes, when he saw a silhouette of a person, from the corner of his eye.

He swiftly turn to find, no one was there. He shook his head, and began to walk out of the masjid parking area. He felt like, some one was following him. But, when he turned around, there's no one in his site.

He began to walk fast, with long strides. When he caught a glimpse of his car, which was parked in the far end of the parking lot. He fetch his keys, out of his trouser pocket, and unlocked the car. As he was about to climb in, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Zaryaan turned, with a startled expression.
"Woh! I am sorry to startle you. Assalamu alikum!" Rehan spoke, with a smile on his face, as he forwarded his hand for a shake.

"Walikum assalam!" Zaryaan gave him a confused stare, but nonetheless he shook his hand, as its sunnah to shake hands with his brother in islam.

"Umm! Sorry, but I didn't recognise you?" Zaryaan said, with questioning stare. Rehan's smile didn't flatter, he just shook his head and spoke.

"I am Rehan, Siya's friend and college mate. We met in park, two weeks back, remember!" Rehan explained, and introduced himself.

In an instant, Zaryaan quickly got struck with the same possessiveness, he felt when he first met him.

"Yeah! Rehan. How are you?" Zaryaan closed the car door, and face him completely.

"Alhamdulillah, I am all good!" Rehan said with a bright smile, which was not at all leaving his face. "How's Siya? I heard that, she was back to your place?!" Rehan spoke. Zaryaan gave him a suspicious look, which made Rehan to just smile.

"She is good, and how do you know about her being back home?" Zaryaan gave him a hard stare, which Rehan just brushed with a smile.

'Wasn't he smiling too much? It really annoying. Though he agree its sunnah, but his smile gave Zaryaan weird kind of feeling, like wanting to wipe that off his face!'

"I heard it from Asif, he was little off when I met him yesterday." Zaryaan nodded in understanding.

Zaryaan was really getting annoyed with him, it was crystal clear as day, that he didn't like him a bit.

"Okay! It was nice meeting you. I need to leave now!" Zaryaan said, and began to climb in his car. He really wanted to get away from his annoying face, and that more than annoying smile of his.

"Yeah! Me too. Have a good day, Mr.Khan. Send my salam to Siya!" Rehan said, gave him a smug smile, and walk away.

Zaryaan just gave him a hard stare, which Rehan returned with his own cute smile of his.

Zaryaan just sat in his car, and stared into oblivion. He didn't like, Rehan a bit. As now, the way he behaved and spoke, to him it only made Zaryaan to dislike him even more.

As far Zaryaan can remember, thier last meeting. Rehan did addressed him as jiju! And Aasiya as di! And now, he didn't even once said, anything like that at all.

Zaryaan closed his eyes, to relax his raging nerves. If he did; he would definitely burst all his madness on his sweet wife. Which he didn't want to.

'It was just the protective and possessive side of yours, giving you paranoid thoughts.' Zaryaan mumbled to himself, taking deep breaths.

But that didn't help him, so he got off his car, and made his way back to masjid.

He with all but, made a beeline inside the wudhu khana, before he would done something disastrous which he would regret later.

Zaryaan performed, wudhu which could lessen the anger that he was feeling inside him. His face was burning hot with the amount rage he was having. He began to offer nafl salah, to clear his mind, and help him to think straight.

Zaryaan was surprised at the amount of possessiveness he felt towards his wife. He felt a different kind of emotions, which made his heart to swell with joy. He was happy that, he was possessive with his wife!

He had a right to be possessive and protective over her.

He dismissed the thought of Rehan for now. He thought, he was just thinking too much into it. And went back to home.

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"Bhabhi! Are you done with roti's?!" Yusra came into kitchen, as her mother was about to go in her room. Where as Aasiya was staring into oblivion. Whilst her hand was moving back and forth on the pan, with a spatula in her hand.

"Siya!" Yusra kept a hand over her shoulder, which caused Aasiya to startle, and lost her hold on the spatula.

Aasiya quickly pick up the spatula, and placed it on the counter. She removed the now cooked roti from the pan, and placed it in the box.

"Hey! Siya. What happened? You were looking pale. Is everything alright?" Yusra turned off the stove, and turned her around to face her.

Aasiya bend her head down, to avoid eye contact. As her eyes were glossy with rimmed tears. She blink twice, before as she meet Yusra's eyes with a forced smile.

"What?! Pale!" She gave her a clue less look. "Must be with heat from the stove. For I was standing here, more than an hour." She turned around, and closed the lid of the box filled with roti's.

"I know, you are missing your home. Right!?" Aasiya gave her a tight lipped smile, she really missed her brother, who could hold her and console her, in this situation.

"I'll just take another shower!" With that Aasiya left the kitchen, with a frowning Yusra.

Aasiya went inside thier bedroom, to find her husband was already to leave for work.
She went to grab his bag, to hand him. But, he just beat her, as moved forward and grabbed it harshly, or so she felt!

Aasiya felt like, her heart had been punched with a heavy blow. "I had made roti and halwa, for breakfast. I'll just fill the plate for you!" Aasiya spoke softly and, began to walk out of the room, but was stopped in mid-stride by his hard tone.

"No need of that, I had an early meeting today. So, I'll probably have breakfast in office." And he just left for office without even a second glance.

Aasiya sat on the bed with, tears running down freely from her eyes. She didn't know, what she did that caused him to behave this cold towards her.

From the time, he came back from masjid. He was avoiding her, he didn't even allow her to prepare his bath or even arrange his clothes. She felt really hurt, with his behaviour.

She didn't even able to remember, where did she went wrong!

She covered her face with her hands and, sobbed in silent cries.

Aasiya wiped her tears quickly, as she heard a knock on the door.
"Siya?!" Came Yusra's voice from behind the door.

"Door's open! You can come in." Aasiya said, Yusra came with a frown on her face. Which caused Aasiya to gave her a questioning look.

"What's with your face? Why are you frowning, like that.!" Yusra frowned even more making Aasiya to chuckle.

Whatever the situation would be, Yusra can always make her feel light, and bring smile on her face with her cute acts!

"Its Rehan!" Yusra spoke, with a scowl on her face.

"What Rehan had to do with your frown, and that to this early morning?!" Aasiya queried her.

"He is here, with Asif!" Aasiya's eyes become wide, as she heard Asif's name.

"Asif is here!" She grinned, couldn't able to hide her excitement. Yusra nodded, still with a frown.

"But, why are you frowning, Yus!" Aasiya asked for the millionth time, wrapping her arms around Yusra.

"Asif and Rehan came, when bhai was about to have breakfast. I went to fill his plate. But, when I came back he just gave them a nod and hard stare towards Rehan and, left without a word!" This caught Aasiya's attention.

He said, that he had a meeting and declined her offer for breakfast. But, he actually sat for breakfast downstairs. She was really confused with his behaviour, now!

Aasiya shook her head, and went down to meet her cousin, and Rehan! Thinking, she would talk to him later, that evening.

"Assalamu alikum!" Aasiya greeted, as she entered the living room, with a smile on her face.

"Walikum assalam!" They both replied in unison. She sat on one of the arm chair, across them.

"Aww! Asuff. You missed me so much, that you can't even stay for one day!" Aasiya cooed, with a smirk. Asif gave her a 'what-the-heck' kind of look.

"Please! I was very happy, actually. And don't flatter yourself too much, okay! I am here, for Rehan had some work with you!" Asif said with a smug look, which caused Aasiya to roll her eyes. But when his gaze landed on Rehan he had a hard expression.

Aasiya was oblivious to thier exchanges, where as Yusra was well aware of the tension in between them.

"Oh! Is that so?!" She gave him a challenging look, Asif just shrugged his shoulders.

"What is it, Rehan!?" She diverted her attention towards Rehan, who was watching all thier bickering with an amused look. And cleared his throat.

"Yeah! These were some papers, given by professor. Sharma, about your internship project." He handed her a blue file, which was more like a documentary.

She placed it on the table, and exchanged some words with him, about her certificates! Which she still had to retrieve from the university.

"He said, that the board was really impressed with your work. In sha Allah, may be they will consider your work for thier next journal." Asif and Rehan beamed at her, as a grin formed on Aasiya's face.

"Really?! Alhamdulillah." Yusra came forward and hugged her.

"I'll just inform this to Ammi!" Aasiya got up from the bed, and went to her Mother in laws room.

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Asif and Rehan exchanged some silent look. Asif nodded his head, and Rehan gulped with nervousness.

"What is it with you two, huh.!?" Yusra queried them, as she saw thier hesitation.

"Yusra di, it's---!" Rehan stopped in middle, as he was really nervous to tell her.

"What is the matter guys?" She pressed further, they just looked at each others faces. But, Asif's had an anger look in his eyes, and where as Rehan was nervous.

Rehan rubbed his hands on his trousers. "Actually, Yusra di. I met Zaryaan jiju, this morning at masjid after fajr salah." He paused, Yusra gave him a nod to continue. "I kind of provoke him, like---!" He took a deep breath, and continued. "Like, I didn't mean to create any problems between them. But---!" He again stopped. This time Asif was throwing daggers in his way.

"What did you do?!" Yusra half yelled at him.

"I kind of acted as jerk, to him. And asked about Siya di. But, didn't use di word!" By the end, Yusra was glaring at him. "He take it in a different way. I was just trying to mess with him, and see how much he loves di! But I didn't know he would get mad." He explained as a kid, who stole a chocolate.

"Why do you always have to act like a jerk, I know you are jerk, but can't you just once think before doing." She was now know clearly about Aasiya's sour mood, and her brother's sudden change in behaviour.

"And, with jiju's early behaviour towards him, its clear he was damn mad." Asif spoke, with throwing dagger on Rehan way.
"I just hope, he didn't said anything to Di! Otherwise, I swear it Rehan you are a dead meat man!" Rehan nodded still feeling guilty with his act.

"I was just checking, is he worth our di or not. But, I guess it all went wrong!" He shook his head, with disappointment.

Yusra got up from her place, and said.
"Get up! We are going to his office!"

"What.?!" Rehan gave her a increadouls look, with horrified gaze.

"Yes!" Asif said after him. "We'll talk this out with jiju and clear everything out, before Raiyaan bhai got to know about this!"

Rehan just gulped, and nodded his head with a frown.

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Assalamu alikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu lovlies!

How are you all doing? I hope you all are doing good, Alhamdulillah! I am doing fine, Alhamdulillah.

So!
How's the chapter? I hope you guys enjoyed it?

What are your views on Aasiya, she's one heck of a shy girl? Isn't she?

What's your favourite scene, in this chapter?

Rehan! He sure did need a beating. Didn't he?!

Unnecessarily, created a havoc in thier happy morning!

And Zaryaan! What's with him? He was fine, after salah, then why did he avoided Aasiya?!

Don't worry, we are gonna know it in next chapter, in sha Allah. What was going on in his head! And some scolding and confrontation for Rehan!

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